[on Polish edition only!]



How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty

How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth

And livid skies over Wittenberg

And the empty streets and pavements of the town

Everything sinks into dead tears

And craves for charlatantry

Mephisto you are born inside me again

But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues?

Among thousands flames of profigacy

Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams

I strip myself of my sacred virtues

The picture of male domination (and treat in blood)

And blood and pride old and clotted already

But I can still see its drops on my bot face

And pain and candles everywhere and incense

And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...

Everything so ephemental and equally unreal

And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today

Mephistopheles, thousands times I saw in sleep

The essence of the eternal life but have I found it?

If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race

with the spell of hell

I shall go deeper down the Dante did

And tame the snakes of mine

Phallic signs and symbols, the seed of truth

And belief in eternal life...